I came upon some old baby photos yesterday and you know what I usually do whenever I see my old baby photos? I think to myself, “NO WAY, THAT IS ONE CUTE BABY.” And then right after, I think, “wait a minute, that looks exactly like MY baby.”
That’s what you get when you have an overriding gene.
C’mon, join me for a throwback.
Cloning exists, people! That’s all the proof you need. Same hair, same eyes, same nose, same mouth, same ears, same droopy cheeks – it’s like I’m looking at the same person, right down to the rolls of arm fats and tubby fingers.
Remember how I said that Kirsten didn’t get her girly girl genes from me? I take it back, I take it all back. Look at this proud wearer of pouty red lipstick; it’s about as girly girl as they come.
And that pose?!! It’s horrifying.
And my favourite photo of all…that’s me being a daddy’s girl, which is the best thing I could have passed on to my little girl.
My daddy’s all like “you’re on a time out, young lady” and I’m like “hahaha heehee haha…time out…dad, you’re funny!”
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